Excellence Is The New Forever.

Every Mind Must Make Its Choice Between Truth And Repose. It Cannot Have Both.

There Is Simply The Rose; It Is Perfect In Every Moment Of Its Existence.

Men Wish To Be Saved From The Mischiefs Of Their Vices, But Not From Their Vices.

I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam, I Fetched My Sea-born Treasures Home; But The Poor, Unsightly, Noisome Things Had Left Their Beauty On The Shore, With The Sun And The Sand And The Wild Uproar.

A System-grinder Hates The Truth.